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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.