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 Tonga 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Neu!,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.