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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.