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 Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Motorama,
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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.