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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.