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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 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?
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.