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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Erasure,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.