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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.