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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.