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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Pagans,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.