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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.