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 Ethiopia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Audionom,
Fear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.