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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
The Move,
CMW,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.