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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.