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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.