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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.