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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.