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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
DNA,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.