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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.