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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.