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 Estonia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Al Stewart,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.