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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Pantaleimon 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.