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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Yaz,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Inner City,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.