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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.