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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.