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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour 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?
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Ludus,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.