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 Peru 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.