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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.