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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.