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 Moldova 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Scott Walker to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.