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 Libya and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo 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?
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.