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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.