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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.