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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 oboe 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Make Up,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.