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 Brunei and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.