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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.