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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.