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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.