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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Altered Images to the disco 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.