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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.