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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.