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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.