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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.