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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.