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 States and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.