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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.