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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Pole,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.