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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Crime,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.