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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
X-102,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Duran Duran,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Slave,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.