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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Main Source,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.