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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.