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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.