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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.