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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.