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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
MC5,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.