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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ituana to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.