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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Slave,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.