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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.