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 Greece 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.