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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.