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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Smog,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.