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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quadrant to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
PIL,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.