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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.