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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.