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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Index,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
U.S. Maple,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.