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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.