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 Belize and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.