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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.