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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Motions,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.