Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.