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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.