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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.