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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.