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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.