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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.