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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moleskins,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.