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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.