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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.