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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 CMW to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.