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 Palau and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.