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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.