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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
The Techniques,
Nico,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.