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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.