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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.