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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.