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 Fiji and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.