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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Talk Talk to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MC5,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.