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 China 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
The Gun Club,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.