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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.