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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.