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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Pole,
MDC,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.