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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Audionom,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Schoolly D,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Can,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.