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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
June Days,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.