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 Vietnam 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.