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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
the Human League,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.