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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quadrant to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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 Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.