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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.