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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yaz,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.