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 Somalia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.