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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 sitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.