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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges 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?
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
Magma,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.