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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.