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 Somalia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
ABC,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.