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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Fear,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.