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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.