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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
10cc,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.