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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.