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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.