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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the jazz 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.