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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.