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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Television,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.