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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.