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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Zapp,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.