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 Laos 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.