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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Index,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.