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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.