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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.