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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.