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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
New Order,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.