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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Babytalk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.