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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.