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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Magma,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.