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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.