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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.