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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Flipper,
Japan,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Nas,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.