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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.