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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
Bobby Womack,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.