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 Panama 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
The Names,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.