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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.