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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.