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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.