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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.