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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.