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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
The Move,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.