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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.