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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.