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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.