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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Japan,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.