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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.