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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.