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 Brazil and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.