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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 spring reverb 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Smog,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.