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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.