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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.