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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Slave,
JFA,
Hashim,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.