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 Singapore and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Smog,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.