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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.