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 Burundi 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Japan,
World's Most,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.