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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.