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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Interpol,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blues Magoos,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.