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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liliput,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.