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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the funk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Skaos,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Lyres,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.