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 Lebanon and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aswad,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.