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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kayak,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.