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 Peru 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Gong,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.