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 Philippines 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.