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 Albania 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Hasil Adkins,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.