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 Ecuador 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ken Boothe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Fall,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.