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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.