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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
UT,
Kayak,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Index,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.