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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.