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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Gong,
Ice-T,
X-101,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Mars,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.