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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
PIL,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.