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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.