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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Mars,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.