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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.