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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warsaw,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.