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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.