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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.