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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.