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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Erasure,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.