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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Inner City,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.