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 Kenya and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.