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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.