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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.