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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Ludus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.