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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Faust,
Organ,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Slave,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.