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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.