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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Moebius,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.