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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.