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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Aswad,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.