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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Procol Harum 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.