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 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.