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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.