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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Can,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.