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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Pole,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.