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 Greece 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.