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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.