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 Monaco and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Josef K,
Fear,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.