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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.