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 Mauritania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.