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 South Africa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
10cc,
Visage,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.