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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.