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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.