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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.