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 Belize and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.