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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.