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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rekid,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.