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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.