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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Slave to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Franke,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.