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 Italy and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joyce Sims to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.