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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.