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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Index,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.