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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Urselle,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.