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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Yaz,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Scion,
PIL,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.