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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Lyres to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.