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 Tuvalu 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Fear,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.