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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.