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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.