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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.