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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Whodini,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
CMW,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.