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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Cluster,
the Association,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Nico,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.