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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.