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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.