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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Monks,
L. Decosne,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.