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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.