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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.