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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.