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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.