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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.