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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Little Man,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.