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 Peru 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
The Smiths,
UT,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.