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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
The Wake,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Slick Rick,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.