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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.