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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.