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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.