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 Latvia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DNA to the dance 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.