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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.