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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
The Cramps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.