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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.