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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Television,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.