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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.