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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.