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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.