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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Tom Boy to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
UT,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.