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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.