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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.