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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
The Busters,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.