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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Wire,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.