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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wire,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.