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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.