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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
CMW,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
June Days,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.