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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s 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 Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Knickerbockers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Unrelated Segments,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.