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 Gambia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Adolescents to the electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.