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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.