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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
June Days,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.