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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Joey Negro,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Ronan,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.