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 Suriname and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.