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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
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.