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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.