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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.