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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the techno 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Television,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.