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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.