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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.