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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.