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 Malawi and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
June of 44,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.