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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.