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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.