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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.