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 Iraq and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.