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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
UT,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.