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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.