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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 sitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.