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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.