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 Ethiopia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.