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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.