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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.