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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Hashim,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
MC5,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.