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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.