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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Royal Trux,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.