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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.