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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.