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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.