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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.