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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Neu!,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.