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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Scientists,
Chrome,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.