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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
ABC,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.