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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.