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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Sparks,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.