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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Make Up,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Lebanon Hanover,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.