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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.