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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Lyres,
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.