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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
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.