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 Bangladesh and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.