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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cure to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.