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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.