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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.