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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.