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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Index,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.