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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Wire,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.