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 Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.