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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.