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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Magazine,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.