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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.