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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.