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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.