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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
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 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 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.