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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.