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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 grime 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.