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 Australia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.