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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Brick,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.