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 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Neu!,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.