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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.