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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.