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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Mars,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
World's Most,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.