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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Nas,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.