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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Busters to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.