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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 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 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.