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 Mali and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.