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 Serbia and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.