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 Korea North and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.