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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.