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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.