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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.