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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.