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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.