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 Turkey and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.