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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thee Headcoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.