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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Crime,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.