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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.