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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Joyce Sims,
This Heat,
The Litter,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
X-102,
UT,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.