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 St Lucia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.