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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.