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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.