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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.