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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.