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 Saudi Arabia and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Suicide,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.