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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.