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 Andorra and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.