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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.