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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.