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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the disco 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Section 25,
Whodini,
World's Most,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.