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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Slackers,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.