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 Canada 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.