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 Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
PIL,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Bronski Beat,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.