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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.