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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Loose Ends to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.