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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Darondo,
Cymande,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.