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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.