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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Sparks,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.