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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Roger Hodgson,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Magma,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.