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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barbara Tucker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.