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 East Timor 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.