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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Mars,
Hoover,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
D'Angelo,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.