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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Gong,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.