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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.