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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
Wings,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.