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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.