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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.