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 Montenegro and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Urselle,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.