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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Whodini,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.