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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.