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 Canada and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.