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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 the Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
John Holt,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Pagans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.