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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.