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 Lebanon and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Pylon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.