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 Angola and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners 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?
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.