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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.