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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.