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 Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.