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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the jazz 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.