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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.