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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
Ronan,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.