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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.