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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Gories,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.