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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Severed Heads,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.