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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Fluxion,
DNA,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.