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 France and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.