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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.