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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.