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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.