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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.