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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Index,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Scientists,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
X-101,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.