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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.