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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Andrew Hill to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Slave,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
cv313,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.