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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.