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 Thailand and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Ornette Coleman,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.