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 Honduras 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
JFA,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.