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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Faust,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.