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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Make Up,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.