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 Estonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.