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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.