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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.