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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.