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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.