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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.