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 St Lucia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.