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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.