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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Urselle to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
These Immortal Souls,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.