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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.