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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.