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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ossler,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.