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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Don Cherry to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Residents,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Can,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.