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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
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.