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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.