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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.