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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.