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 Fiji and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.