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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
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 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Fela Kuti,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.