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 Turkmenistan 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
The Associates,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.