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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.