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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Wings,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.