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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.