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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
Can,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.