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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Q65,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.