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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.