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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.