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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.