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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
X-101,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.