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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.