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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.