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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the funk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fall,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.