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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.