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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.