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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.