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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.