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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.