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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Doors,
JFA,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
ABC,
Gong,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.