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 Laos and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.