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 Yemen 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
UT,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Television,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.