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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Sound to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.