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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Sound 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.