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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.