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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.