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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Oneida,
Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.