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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.