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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.