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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.