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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Moss Icon,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.