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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.