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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.