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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.