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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.