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 Macedonia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Nico,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.