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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.