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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Neu!,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
DNA,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.