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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious 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.