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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood 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?
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
10cc,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.