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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
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 arpeggiator 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Organ,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.