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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.