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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
ABC,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.