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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.