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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Scientists,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.