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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.