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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Monks,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.