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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.