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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.