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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.