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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.