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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
The Names,
Q65,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.