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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Cybotron,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.