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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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?
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.