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 Burundi 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Chrome,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.