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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims 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 disco 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.