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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.