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 Egypt and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
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 organ 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.