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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.