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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.