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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.