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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 June Days to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.