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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.