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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Niagra,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
This Heat,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.