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 Benin and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.