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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.