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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.