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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Dual Sessions,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.