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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.