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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.