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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.