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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Brick,
MC5,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Franke,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.