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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the jazz 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.