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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.