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 Cambodia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
cv313,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.