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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.