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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
The Fugs,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.