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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.