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 Eritrea and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.