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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
CMW,
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.