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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the techno 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
The Blues Magoos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.