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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.