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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
ABBA,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.