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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Evens to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Ludus,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Aswad,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.