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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.