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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Index,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.