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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
the Sonics,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.