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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Brick,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.