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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Move,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.