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 Montenegro 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the rock 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.