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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.