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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 arpeggiator 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.