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 Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.