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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.