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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.