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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.