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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Accadde A,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.