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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.