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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.