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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 EPMD 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.