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 Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
The Evens,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.