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 Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Scrapy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.