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 Namibia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.