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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.