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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.