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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.