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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Red Krayola to the electroclash 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.