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 Austria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.