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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.