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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.