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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.