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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Television,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.