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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.