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 Chad 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.